Good aunt, you wept not for our father's death; How can we aid you with our kindred tears? But, my good lord, your grace's word shall serve, As well as I had seen and heard him speak And doubt you not, right noble princes both, But I'll acquaint our duteous citizens 2135 With all your just proceedings in this cause. The aspect I'm focusing on is Richard's relationship with women, which I think is the most interesting issue throughout the play. Clarence and Stanley both have dreams that not only predict the future, but that are also heavy with important symbolism. Richard then blames the Queen and Mrs. Think you, my lord, this little prating York Was not incensed by his subtle mother To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously? Richard then sends Buckingham to follow the Lord Mayor.
Now, they believe it; and withal whet me To be revenged on Rivers, Vaughan, Grey: 805 But then I sigh; and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. The readiest way to make the wench amends Is to become her husband and her father: The which will I; not all so much for love 165 As for another secret close intent, By marrying her which I must reach unto. When in conjunction with contemporary attitudes one it can be easily noted that one would not hold the supernatural with such strong beliefs. Vouchsafe, defused infection of a man, For these known evils, but to give me leave, By circumstance, to curse thy cursed self. The mayor witnesses an excited Richard rushing about as he gives incisive orders for defense against enemies who apparently are about to enter. Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; 825 Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here Clarence comes. The early village-cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn; Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour. Would you imagine, or almost believe, 2105 Were't not that, by great preservation, We live to tell it you, the subtle traitor This day had plotted, in the council-house To murder me and my good Lord of Gloucester? I pray thee, pretty York, who told thee this? God hold it, to your honour's good content! No doubt, no doubt; O, 'tis a parlous boy; Bold, quick, ingenious, forward, capable 1730 He is all the mother's, from the top to toe. Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag! Catesby encourages this opinion, but his aside makes clear that Hastings has, as it were, pronounced sentence upon himself and that Richard and Buckingham will see to it that Hastings is put to death as a traitor. I would I were, to be revenged on thee. Did York's dread curse prevail so much with heaven? But Shakespeare tells us thus early in his career that he recognizes such acting for what it is.
Oh, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes, And with a virtuous vizard hide foul guile! Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? Curse not thyself, fair creature thou art both. To yield the ghost, to die. Catesby then tells Hastings that his enemies, the Queen's sons and her brother, are to be executed that day. By heavens, the duke shall know how slack thou art! O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! The Earl of Pembroke keeps his regiment: Good Captain Blunt, bear my good night to him 3490 And by the second hour in the morning Desire the earl to see me in my tent: Yet one thing more, good Blunt, before thou go'st, Where is Lord Stanley quarter'd, dost thou know? Why, our battalion trebles that account: Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength, Which they upon the adverse party want. Much already has been said about Richard's superior intellect and cunning; his entire performance in this scene substantiates all that. Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! By such despair, I should accuse myself.
Your eyes drop millstones, when fools' eyes drop tears: I like you, lads; about your business straight; Go, go, dispatch. And let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, And humbly beg the death upon my knee. What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! All quotes contain page numbers as well. What stay had I but Edward? All may be well; but, if God sort it so, 'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect. Thou art a widow; yet thou art a mother, And hast the comfort of thy children left thee: But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble limbs, 1330 Edward and Clarence.
Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this: 1920 To-day shalt thou behold a subject die For truth, for duty, and for loyalty. O, let me make the period to my curse! I pray thee, let me hear it. I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, 425 The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I nothing to back my suit at all, But the plain devil and dissembling looks, 430 And yet to win her, all the world to nothing! I was; but I do find more pain in banishment Than death can yield me here by my abode. To-morrow, then, I judge a happy day. We have not yet set down this day of triumph. England was not far past the time of the witch hunts.
Was never mother had so dear a loss! I pray you, uncle, give me this dagger. Act Three, Scene Three Gray and Rivers are forced onto stage as prisoners, while Ratcliffe watches over them. GradeSaver, 1 January 2000 Web. Fantasy works are full of it — magic wands, magic shoes, magic rings and even magic lands. I can no longer hold me patient. In brief,—for so the season bids us be,— Prepare thy battle early in the morning, 3560 And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. Villain, thou know'st no law of God nor man: 245 No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.
This scene moves forward with Richard twice declining the throne. The reader will recall, however, that Lady Anne was a widow when Richard wooed her. Cursed be the heart that had the heart to do it! They are engaged in further deception, namely to pretend that they are in terror of an attack on their lives. He trusts to deception to accomplish his purpose. Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field. I hope he is; but yet let mothers doubt.